Ready... Set.... Fight...

I'm not doing justice by keeping mum about why I moved out of my old apparment.
Well so here it goes...

I imagine my roomie to be something [ Think tall heavy set girl with glasses who reads books and loves to watch movies] and she turns out be.. well... something else [Think short heavy set girl minus glasses who dos not read, blog, surf and watches a lot of movies which have no sense in them].

Now at first she is really sweet with me.. And one fine morning she follows me into the bathroom [Please put your mind voices to rest] and dumps detergent on all the buckets available and announces she wants to have bath. I ask her to wait for 15 mins which she does not want to do, and I give in not wanting to push it any further. She then follows me out and picks up a plate and heads to the kitchen to have breakfast....
I was stumped. Being stupidly polite I waited... Then ofcourse eventually the fight came up. There was a loud exchange of disappointment [ This being the understatement of this century].

Well atleast I came to know, this is all you can expect from a person, who carries their handbag into the balcony [ which is 6X3 feet ] does a on the spot piroutte to look for a doormat, which I specifically mentioned was not there.

Oh Hey!!! and some of my batchmates I never mentioned, simply cause I mentioned people who were actually worth mentioning. I mean a bunch of gomathis [thanks soin for the word!!] is really not what I want to waste my blog space on. Especially, those who turn their faces away when you try wishing them on their birthday.